Dang dang dang, dang dang dang.

The crisp and rhythmic knocking sound rang out slowly but steadily.

Wei Yuan glanced at the clock. It was now 10 o'clock at night, and the sky outside was already completely dark. Because Wei Yuan had made a breakthrough in his cultivation today and was mentally exhausted, he had gone to bed at 9 o'clock. But he had a nightmare as soon as he fell asleep, which woke him up.

This street was full of old shops.

There was no one on the road now, and the knocking sound made people feel uneasy.

Wei Yuan didn't feel any fear. He raised his hand and held the hilt of his broken sword, taking a step forward.

Open the door.

A man in his thirties stood outside the door.

He was dressed appropriately and had a refined and elegant temperament. He was about to raise his hand to continue knocking on the door, but when he saw Wei Yuan, he paused for a moment and then politely smiled, "It's so late, sorry to disturb you. I couldn't get through on the phone earlier, so I came here in person. Are you Mr. Li?"

"My name is Fang Yang, and this museum is mine."

Under the influence of the Wohu Jue Dao technique, Wei Yuan saw that the man in front of him was emitting yang energy, not a ghost. His heart moved slightly, and he took a step back, allowing the man to enter the house. The few ghosts who had been interested in him just now slipped away to the side to hide.

Fang Yang looked around the museum and sat down with a gentle and reserved smile.

Wei Yuan poured two glasses of water for him.

Fang Yang held the water but didn't drink a sip. He just made some irrelevant small talk and then stated his main purpose with a smile:

"The main reason I came here this time is to take back this museum."

"After all, I rarely come back to Quan City once a year. I only came here three months ago. At that time, I didn't have a chance to visit this museum. This museum should also be closed. Heh... When I left here, I told my father that this was my hard work and dream, and it must continue. My father scolded me for it."

Fang Yang smiled and shook his head.

"Now thinking about it, things have changed. I was too naive back then."

"Forget about it. Forget about it. Mr. Li, let's settle the contract and salary matters you signed before. I'll pay the penalty for the termination of the contract due to special circumstances six months ago, and how about seven months' worth of salary for you?"

Wei Yuan didn't look at the contract he handed over.

He turned around and took out another contract, placing it in front of Fang Yang.

Fang Yang looked puzzled.

Wei Yuan said, "My surname is not Li, it's Wei."

Fang Yang's face twitched slightly, and he frowned, "Aren't you Li Kai? Then why are you here? Is one of his friends here on his behalf?"

Wei Yuan didn't answer. He pushed the contract in front of Fang Yang, indicating for him to open and read it. Fang Yang hesitantly opened the contract and looked at it. It was an employment agreement. Everything seemed fine until he saw the generous remuneration, which surprised him.

But when he saw the time and the signature of the party on the contract, his face suddenly turned pale.

"This is impossible!"

The refined and elegant man almost instinctively shouted out, his palms trembling.

"My father passed away four months ago!"

.................

Fang Hongbo stared wide-eyed at the door.

The knocking sound stopped.

He was breathing heavily.

He thought of the person who had called just now, and memories came flooding back.

He remembered that person he had hired over two months ago.

In the six months before hiring this person, three hired employees had run away. They said they couldn't stand it, that there were always knocking sounds at night, that blood would flow from the walls, that they would hear footsteps outside but they would disappear when they got closer. They said they couldn't take it anymore and wanted to leave.

Even the one who claimed to have stayed overnight at the village cemetery had run away.

He didn't believe it, so he went to guard it himself, but he was also scared.

Then he found this young man.

.................

My name is Li Kai, a villager.

Everyone says I'm brave, hot-tempered, and even ghosts are afraid of me.

Unfortunately, I couldn't go to school.

I didn't want to farm at home, so I came to the city to work.

I washed dishes, worked as a security guard, and later found a job as a museum guard. The salary was not low, and the benefits were good. But I heard that this place was haunted. I have a hot temper and I'm not afraid of ghosts. The owner of this museum is a very polite old man who invited me to have a drink.

He said this museum was his son's hard work and dream, and it should be protected.

The old man often comes here to check on it.

I asked why his son didn't come, and he said his son was abroad and too busy to come back.

I felt sorry for the old man.

I also thought maybe I should take some time to visit my parents.

But before I had a chance to tell the old man, he had a car accident on his way to the museum and passed away.

I had a meal at his funeral.

After half a month, there was a lot of noise in the house at night, and I couldn't sleep. The faucet seemed to be broken and kept dripping water. But when I went over, it would be fine again. It was so annoying. It was hard to fall asleep, but soon someone knocked on the door. I thought no one was there, so I ignored it, and the knocking would stop after a while.

But on this day, the knocking seemed stronger.

Dang dang dang, dang dang dang.

It made me feel annoyed and restless.

Who would knock on the door in the middle of the night?!

Knock knock knock, knock knock knock.

In a hurry to attend a funeral!

I angrily ran out to open the door, intending to teach the drunkard a lesson. There was indeed a figure outside the door, and I was so angry that I opened the door, but when I saw the person outside, my anger suddenly turned into coldness, and I felt a chill on the back of my head.

It was the old man who had passed away a few days ago, dressed in a vest and smiling politely.

I felt a chill behind me.

Do you know the story of dead people knocking on doors?

People walk on the road, ghosts walk on the **, and dead people knock on the doors of the living. They come to borrow life.

For the first time in my life, I was so scared that my liver trembled and my legs went weak. I only remember shouting that there was a ghost and then not caring about anything else. I didn't even care about the clothes and food I had just bought. I just ran forward with my head down and refused to go back to that museum. I even turned off my phone.

There are ghosts here!

Ghosts!

.................

Meanwhile, in the museum.

Fang Yang's face turned pale, his palms trembling. He suddenly threw the contract down and stammered:

"This is impossible, you forged this!"

"You're trying to scam me!"

"My father is already dead, do you want to say there are ghosts in this world? Where are they? Do you want to say there are ghosts right in front of my eyes? There's a limit to joking, don't scam me."

"Believe it or not, I'll report you to the police and make you spend a few months in jail?"

He grew angrier as he spoke, and then he took out his phone and was about to make a call. Wei Yuan casually picked up a spare willow leaf and dipped it in the unused talisman water, then quickly brushed it across Fang Yang's eye sockets, startling him. Worried that it wasn't clean, he wiped it for a long time before angrily opening his eyes.

His face turned pale all of a sudden.

The room suddenly became crowded.

In front of him was a woman who had poisoned herself, with a grim expression. Behind Wei Yuan stood a man in ancient military attire, holding a sword and looking solemn. He seemed majestic, but there was a large hole in his chest, and blood was dripping.

A pair of embroidered shoes danced, and a box rattled.

The potted plant in the middle seemed to be glowing.

Two paper dolls on the table held hands and spun around.

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Fang Yang's thoughts froze, and he turned stiffly to look at the sofa next to him. There sat a water ghost, swollen from soaking in water, entangled in a rotten fishing net, propping up his chin. When he saw Fang Yang looking at him, he even winked and gave him a wink.

"Ghosts, ghosts!!"

Fang Yang was so frightened that he trembled and fell off the sofa.

Wei Yuan pushed away the water ghost and the poisoned woman, held down Fang Yang, took out his official credentials, and tried to calm him down. After that, he directly contacted the special operations team, explained the situation, and put his phone away. Looking at Fang Yang, he thought of his first meeting with the normal-looking Fang Hongbo.

But at that time, he didn't have any physical contact with Fang Hongbo.

He also didn't have the ability to see through things and couldn't detect any problems.

But first it was Zhang Yue, and now it was Fang Hongbo. Both were within the Quan City area, and the occult practices involved had similarities. Wei Yuan had a faint premonition that the person who had told Zhang Yue about the life-extending technique was of the same kind. In the past month, Xuan Yi and the others had found the person who had passed on the secret technique to Zhang Yue, but they found that the person Zhang Yue had contacted was just an intermediary.

The real master was still well hidden.

People who spread such forbidden arts couldn't be left unchecked.

Wei Yuan looked at Fang Yang, who seemed dazed, and thought for a moment before saying:

"Did you drive here just now?"

PS: Um, I tried to make the story a little interesting.

Please forgive me for any shortcomings, I'm just lying down...